Ice Cream BabyTron, Certified Trapper & Soulja Boy (Ft. RiFF RAFF & YN Jay)
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[Intro: BabyTron]
(Damjonboi)
(Prince, this a hit)
What's up, nigga? You tryna smoke?
Back the fuck up, man
You throwin' breath all around this bitch, foggin' up my buffs
Man, why you talkin' to the custo' like that, man?
Yeah
'Cause he a fuckin' custo', shorty, and he mine
Just cover your nose and shut the fuck up
Hey
[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Cuddy rockin' Levi's, but they the Denim Tears
You can't grow these 'bows in Michigan, you gotta send 'em here
Off the capital, should I play Sinclair or Saint Michael?
Think he lyin' 'bout his life 'cause he don't never say, "Bible"
[Verse 2: Certified Trapper & BabyTron]
On your block, a scavenger, I'm tryna sightsee
With the Glock, I'm accurate, I'll put your ass up on a white tee
I try to do the average, I dropped a four up in an iced tea
Who the fuck just did your drank? Lil' brodie got some light green (Lame)
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Out the way, I bet I'd hit a deer without these high beams
Life a movie, bro'll pulled up shootin' up the fight scene
Cuddy breaking glass like he Shaq, servin' ice cream
You won't even see the postseason, y'all the ninth seat
(Damjonboi)
(Prince, this a hit)
What's up, nigga? You tryna smoke?
Back the fuck up, man
You throwin' breath all around this bitch, foggin' up my buffs
Man, why you talkin' to the custo' like that, man?
Yeah
'Cause he a fuckin' custo', shorty, and he mine
Just cover your nose and shut the fuck up
Hey
[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Cuddy rockin' Levi's, but they the Denim Tears
You can't grow these 'bows in Michigan, you gotta send 'em here
Off the capital, should I play Sinclair or Saint Michael?
Think he lyin' 'bout his life 'cause he don't never say, "Bible"
[Verse 2: Certified Trapper & BabyTron]
On your block, a scavenger, I'm tryna sightsee
With the Glock, I'm accurate, I'll put your ass up on a white tee
I try to do the average, I dropped a four up in an iced tea
Who the fuck just did your drank? Lil' brodie got some light green (Lame)
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Out the way, I bet I'd hit a deer without these high beams
Life a movie, bro'll pulled up shootin' up the fight scene
Cuddy breaking glass like he Shaq, servin' ice cream
You won't even see the postseason, y'all the ninth seat
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